Louis Tomlinson Imagines

Possessive

[Possessive]

*Not edited so beware of shitty punctuation*

You pushed a piece of hair behind your ear and sat down at a table situated in the food court. Not even moments later, your boyfriend pulled out his own chair before sitting beside you.

His arm was immediately around the back of your chair and his lips were pressed to your cheek. You gave a weak smile and opened up your bag holding your lunch.

"I love you." You glanced over to see his blue eyes already staring into yours. Swallowing down, Louis gripped your chair letting his upper lip twitch a bit. He thought you were taking to long to reply. And this put doubt in his head about your live for him.

"I love you to." He answered before he could and placed a soft kiss to his lips to reassure him. Louis physically relaxed and smiled down at you before you turned beginning your lunch.

Throughout your meal, Louis would engaged you in conversation, stare at you eating or eye off any boy who looked at you twice.

"Louis," you said as Louis nodded rubbing your shoulder. "Can we go shopping now? I saw this really cute coat the other day."

"Ok, but I'm paying." He said as you nodded. You both stood and Louis put a hand on your lower back as you gathered the rubbish.

Louis' eyes scoured around the whole food court to make sure nobody was getting the idea of looking at you.

You were his. Not much argument to that.

Walking over to the bin, Louis was hot on your trail. Watching every step you took and guarding you like a pile of gems. As soon as you turned to Louis, he took one of your hands in his before pulling you into his side.

You smiled politely up at him before he began to guide you through the mall.

Your boyfriend did become to much at times and his actions did seem to get under your skin sometimes. But you couldn't say anything because he would only guilt you into saying he does it out of love.

Around his friends or yours, he was possessive. Your friends noticed and tried to coach you to tell him that you needed your space. But they don't understand that he won't listen. He has to be right. And he will fight to be right. Even dumping him was out of the question.

"In here." Louis dragged you into the first clothes shop he thought would be suitable for you. Even though you knew you'd never shop there in a million years.

"Louis," you began gently while tugging lightly on his shirt. "I don't like these clothes." You mumbled as he looked down at you confused.

"What?" He looked more offended than anything. "I take you out for a nice day and buy you things. I told you I would buy your clothes and the minute we walk into a store, you tell me they're not you clothes?!" Hr begins yelling.

"Ok, ok." You put your hands in his chest as he breathes heavily down at you. "We just won't go shopping. That's ok." You slowly wrap your arms around him as he growls catching his breath.

His arms slowly back around you as he kisses your hair and scours his eyes around you both.

"I just want what's best for you." He says as you nod.

"I know and I thank you for that." But what you don't thank him for, is him trying to control your life. Though he'll probably never know how much of a burden that is to you. Because he'll never listen.